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• Artiste: Skipper
• Titre: Sand To The Beach
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Yeah, ugh See if I can one check take this Look, young niggas lying dead in the street Where I'm from we ain't scared of police (we ain't scared of police) Make a move just tryna stretch out my reach And these niggas bringing sand to the beach Man the [?] so sweet till you really live in it Pics for the 'Gram like you really been winning If you really want it, there is nothing to show for it Got years in the game, when nothing to show for it I motivate myself, I'm pushing and go forward The game saturated with fools, there's no order I'm giving y'all career-high stats in one quarter My future looking brighter than a summer down at [?] You burning all your bridges, place yourself into corner You show all that attitude no wonder they don't want you Everything I've seen, doing everything I want to I'm living out my dreams especially when they come true The last of the era when niggas keep it a hundred I'm ten toes down, a hundred mile and running I hope my family proud of the person that I'm becoming I ain't dropping the ball, I'm focused on what's important Yeah, yeah No hook Serious business Coming back around though Switched it up on you niggas Look, profile, whole style, outstanding Wrist smoke, we smoke, so savage Come through just you no baggage Outside worldwide, whole atlas My life, two words, so Loco Out straight y'all hating that's free promo Success no stress that's what I work for, what you think I rap for? To push a fucking Rav 4 Thug style you never thought I made it now When I walk through I prolly make a couple thou Why give them the nitch and I ain't letting of nothing You know life's a bitch and she don't like it when you rush it Depending on how you touch her, she might turn around and love ya or chew you up, spit you out add you to the numbers To the hardest out, pulling doubt ending all discussions The hardest nigga rapping on percussion They call me Skipper